He finds himself on his 6th birthday Shaken in a darkened corner Hoping for a small sign of anything A sound of a key jiggling the hasp lock Wondering if this is his punishment or hell Looking for a passage to another life Darkness seems to reign over his life He constantly cry's out "why" to no one Which echos in his head endlessly He try's to gather his fears to deal with them His fears become his never ending thoughts Could his fears be his fear Stuck in this dark corner Which holds him like a magnet Learning his worst fear Dark Corners and locked doors Which was his daily punishment as a child
Older in life I sometimes find him crying in a corner With the door closed and the light off Only to know of his fear Which still traps him to this day He is now 45
He was punished for not blowing out all the candles
These things happen to many I could tell you stories that you would not believe me, all I got was a leather belt or willow tree branch